It was the best of times … it was the worst of times … it was time to read A Tale of Two Cities, that Dickensian classic, which I somehow never picked up until it appeared for free on the BookBub mailing list.
“But this is my father’s story, sir; and I begin to think” — the curiously roughened forehead was very intent upon him — “that when I was left an orphan through my mother’s surviving my father only two years, it was you who brought me to England. I am almost sure it was you.”
Yes, Miss Manette. Yes it was. You have an excellent memory, considering you were two years old when that happened. I have trouble remembering what I did last week! Well, though I do remember posting this artwork a couple of weeks ago as a possible cover for The War of the Ravels:
This artwork is now confirmed as a “go” for the cover. Canada, that wonderful land of maple leaves, syrup, and vizslas, once again delivers the goods. Thanks, Emilie!
Aldric seemed reluctant to subject any of his candelabra or other finery to her skills, so a rather undercooked piece of meat—which no one but Cynidece had been interested in eating—was chosen as the unlucky victim. Sitting all fat and pink on a wooden carving board, it had no idea what was in store for it.
Viscosity 
You’ve never read A Tale Of Two Cities until now?! What? I had no idea there was a rock that big to live under!
And that artwork is incredible!
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